There is a Guyanese organisation in Toronto called the St.
Stanislaus College Alumni Association which has done stellar work over the
years raising funds to help maintain the school. Knowing I went to Saints,
Chris Fernandes, Chairman of the Board of Governors here for a long spell,
asked me to write a few words for a magazine celebrating the 20th anniversary of
the Canadian Saints group. The magazine came out two weeks ago in Toronto, but
since the circulation is limited, I’m reproducing the few words below.

My father, Joseph Francis Martins, was a struggling Pomeroon
farmer (in the space of 10 years, he was wiped out twice by the river’s
flooding) and couldn’t afford the fees to send his son to Saints. However, as
the Portuguese student with the highest graduating marks in my year at Sacred
Heart School in Main Street, I should have received the Portuguese
Association’s St Stanislaus Scholarship. For some reason – perhaps because my
family did not belong to the Association – that didn’t happen. We were shocked
to learn that the scholarship had gone instead to a prominent Portuguese son in
Georgetown. Like most farmers, my father was a very outspoken chap, and he
fired off a blistering letter to the school. The nun in charge was not
amused (“There was no need for your father to write this epistle,” she
told me with a definite Ursuline edge), but the problem was resolved by my
being awarded a St Stanislaus scholarship.

In my four years there, apart from the five ferulas I
received once from Fr Scannell, my essential memory at Saints, as a West
Demerara country boy, is of the extravagant behaviour of several of the “town
boys” I encountered there. Jimmy Kranenburg, with the shortest short pants
above the longest long legs in the school, was one, towering over most teachers
and raising an amazing variety of hell. Bambi was his nickname, and
ripples often followed in his wake. Some of the things these city boys did left
me gaping. I remember the shock one day of the total silence in our class being
shattered by the thunderous bang of a mamee seed fired hard at the blackboard.
With the teacher backing us, it had come from the back of the class, rising
like a Michael Holding missile, and landing on the board about 2 feet from the
teacher’s writing hand. It sounded like a gunshot. I cannot recall
the teacher’s name, but, astonishingly, the man did not flinch. He
paused, bent down, calmly retrieved the seed, placed it delicately on his desk,
and simply turned back without a word to his writing. I never found out who
launched the mamee seed and why, although I suspected a certain dougla chap
with a conniving smile. One thing I knew: it had not come from a country
boy.

Another episode in our second-floor classroom involved some
renegade (probably Bambi) who distracted a student named Rego while the other
boys stole his bookbag (a small compressed-cardboard thing), distributed the
books around the various desks, and slid the empty container through the window
onto the adjacent zinc-sheet shed. Unfortunately, shortly after the
deposit was made, a fierce rain shower came down, so by the time the class
ended, and Rego went to retrieve his bag it contained about two gallons of
rainwater and had become completely soggy; when Rego tried to pick it up by the
handle it came apart like a Shanta’s roti.

In Fifth Form, big boys now, I stood one day near the eastern
goalposts where we sometimes played three-man volleyball using an old tennis
ball. Jerry Goveia, the Banks one, was good at the game, and this day Gov
got into a fierce argument with one of the players, Smallie, who was delaying matters
by holding onto the ball. Before you could say Jiggs (our Maths teacher’s
nickname) they had squared off, circling one another like Ali and
Frazier. I can see, like yesterday, Jerry’s left jab coming out like a
piston and landing flush on Smallie’s forehead, twice, knocking him out
cold. Back in the class when somebody asked what the commotion outside
was about, a student next to me, in classic Georgetown fashion, summed it up in
five precise words, “Gov nack out a bye.”

Saints was boys-only in those years, and there was an insane
game called “lab ass” which involved a bunch of guys running behind a ball (any
soft ball would do) to kick it, and the game was that in the moment of kicking
you could be fairly kicked in the behind by anyone close enough to do it.
Obviously, to play this game you had to be very quick on your feet, as well as
your backside. One memorable Chinese guy, Terry(?) Ping, who was on the
pudgy side, was a particular target in lab ass; the other guys would track him
like a shark trailing a fish, patiently waiting to deliver a foot into that
ample derrière. To me, young Ping, who lived on Water Street, was just a
lunatic Chinese from town. (From that experience, years later I would come up
with the name “Wong Ping” for a song about a Chinese product widely used by
Caribbean men.)

While I fell in love with languages there, Saints was
actually more an education for me in socialization than it was in
subjects. Oddly enough, too, I recall going to one musical event there
and being completely bored. Little did I know.

Made perfect thus in little space,God called thee to his long embrace,Before the mists of earth could throw,a shadow on thy robe snow.Guide from thy throne.....

Fr. Clement Barraud.

Significant Dates in the History of St.Stanislaus College

* May 1st,1866- Catholic Grammar School started* November 3rd 1866- School moved to Main Street premises* 1868or 69- School moved to Waterloo Street* 1871- School returned to Cathedral Presbytery* 1871- Boarders introduced* 1878- School temporarily closed* 1880- School re-opened* 1897- School moved to site of St. Mary's School, Brickdam* 1907- School moved to present Brickdam site* 1907- Name changed from'Catholic Grammar School' to " Saint Stanislaus College"* 1928- Weld Wing opened* 1942- College Association formed* 1952- Scannell Wing opened* 1966- College celebrates 100th Anniversary* 1972- Hopkinson Wing opened* 1974- Workshop built* 1975- College Farm opened* 1975- Collge becomes co-educational* 1976- College becomes a Govenment School* 1980- College ceases to be run by the Jesuits* 1991- College celebrates 125th anniversary* October 2004 - Board of Govern0rs appointed